One Woman On A Quest for Peace, Joy, and the Write Words
September 8, 2011 in Life, Poetry, Writing | Tags: death, Life, loss, poem, poetry, Writing
EndDay
One day word will come from near the round house that she is gone.
No one will really know who she was,
An angel fell to earth Who saved hearts from destruction At such a cost That she died In no one’s arms.
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September 8, 2011 at 9:01 am
slpmartin
In one real sense we all die alone…beautiful verse.
September 8, 2011 at 9:10 am
TBM
This is beautiful in a sad way.
September 8, 2011 at 11:07 pm
delana42
This is a mother leaving? I would like to think. Beautiful.
September 9, 2011 at 6:57 am
Seasweetie
I’m glad you like it, Delana.
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September 8, 2011 at 9:01 am
slpmartin
In one real sense we all die alone…beautiful verse.
September 8, 2011 at 9:10 am
TBM
This is beautiful in a sad way.
September 8, 2011 at 11:07 pm
delana42
This is a mother leaving? I would like to think. Beautiful.
September 9, 2011 at 6:57 am
Seasweetie
I’m glad you like it, Delana.